Feelings

A schizophrenic beats his drum, quite literally. A manic depressive swings from one foot to the other, keeping with the rhythm of the music. Another schizophrenic plays the piano and now they have all come for tea. Someone else, oh wait! A schizophrenic stares at me, only momentarily. A hypochondriac comes to sit next to me to sip his tea. Two Schizophrenics have a loud chat and an I don't know what asks me what broadband is. I hear incessant laughter, loud slurps of tea that some of us pompous old windbags might call 'rude' and 'uncivilized'.

I am surrounded by ' psycho's'. But, Who the Fuck am I?

Aren't I a little bit of all these folks? Don't I have my moments?

Well. all in all, aren't we all fucking human? We maybe bound by that almost invisible line that we ourselves have created between sanity and insanity, but then again, who are we to draw any lines?

Who are we to cast fellow human beings aside?

Sigh..All we do is push, shove and toss people aside and rarely do we bother to accept them. What we really need is to hold hands, hug each other, and Damn it! We must verbally say 'I love You', we must feel it and we must say it from our hearts.

Verbally say it and physically show it before we sit in boardrooms drawing up policies that are fit for the trash can or before we write letter after letter almost obsessively asking, always asking for this, that and everything else that we feel we can grab.

When are we ready, deep within us to give without always asking, nagging all sundry for things so fickle, material and for things absolutely not human.

So, now all the schizophrenics, manic depressives, phobics and others with unknown labels are packing up to go home.

May they go in peace and with love.

Disclaimer: This is not intended to increase already existing stigma, or to slander anybody or any organization. These are just personal feelings that needed venting, so here they are.